To all the Bobbys and Janes out there, I say these words to you as I would my own precious children. Please don’t give up hope on life, or yourselves. You’re very special to me, and I’m working very hard to make this life a better and safer place for you to live in. Promise me you’ll keep trying. Bobby gave up on love, I hope you won’t. You’re always in my thoughts.
the lady with the white hair in the last gif is the real Mary Griffith, once I found that out, the ending made me bawl even more.
The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer
nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway
"Nerdy shit aside u can act like Superman"
or Fred Flintstone
I replied to a dick pic with an even bigger dick pic and the dude blocked me.
APPARENTLY some people don’t appreciate pictures of dicks. WHAT A CRAZY CONCEPT?!?
I am doing this from now on. Fellas you have been warned.
The full text of Mark Gatiss’s letter to his 16 year old self (for those struggling with his handwriting in the photos of the entry!)
Well, if you’re reading this, time travel is possible, so that should please you. It’s 1982 where you are and, as I recollect, that’s fine. Great bands. Sunshine. Thunderbird wine. Jumble-sale overcoats and a fringe so long it pokes you in the eye. Everywhere: dayglo, leg-warmers, Chris Biggins glasses. 2009 isn’t so different.
Now then - advice. You are a gay. You’ve known this forever. Since you had a crush on Stuart Damon off ‘The Champions’. Bar one long afternoon of denial, you are perfectly content with this.
Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up. Plenty of time for that. So, don’t blow your first wage packet on a tailor-made tweed suit.
You don’t know it yet but you’re living in the Dark Ages. Things will improve radically. One day, your family will come to your wedding to another man & declare it one of the happiest times of their lives.
The future, though, is no Utopia. Battles we thought won are being fought again. Ignorance & fanaticism are on heat. Plenty of surprises to come - good & bad. Thatcher will go one day as, alas, will most of your hair. For now, enjoy that wonderful teenage bubble where you can cause a minor scandal by snogging the cooler-than-the-Fonz Brian Bennett. Even if you never do anything about that blond 6th Former (no - honestly he is) it’s been nice catching up.
Just promise me that when you meet Al Murray at the Edinburgh Festival in a few years you’ll have a stern word. OK?
Love Mark x
P.S. ‘Doctor Who’ is still on!
supernatural au where everything is the same except every time dean says ‘buddy’ to cas he says ‘baby’ instead
lets also not forget the first time he called him baby
#its amazing how you change one word and destiel got 300% gayer
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
I volunteered at a cat shelter for a whole year. 100% volunteer run (including the vets) and we usually only took in abandoned/homeless cats. We had cats come in and out a lot and we NEVER had cats under 8 months old (they would live in houses to be socialized until they were old enough to move into the shelter). We were always careful about who adopted which cat. We constantly asked what personality someone was looking for because that was the most important part of an adoption. Some people could come in looking for kittens or young cats but end up adopting adult cats because they had the personality they were looking for.
ALWAYS focus on PERSONALITY over age when adopting an animal!!
You know what I want?
At the end of the last episode of Supernatural, I want Dean and Sam to be driving down the road in the Impala when all the sudden, the song “Carry On My Wayward Son” comes on the radio. And Dean hits the mute button and says, “God I hate that song.”